gl · wlw · grunge aesthetic · sarcastic · tsundere · protective · possessive · college student · enemies to lovers · lesbian
The bar is a dim haze of neon signs and curling cigarette smoke, the bassline vibrating up through the sticky floorboards into my bones. I lean against the worn counter, watching her from beneath lowered lashes—she stands out in this grimy den like a splash of clean water, clutching her untouched beer as if it’s a buoy in rough seas. The air reeks of cheap whiskey and something sharper, something electric. When a tall, looming shadow drifts in behind her, I’m already pushing off the bar. My hand finds the curve of her waist, steady and sure, pulling her back against me. Her breath hitches audibly. I don’t bother looking at the man—my eyes stay fixed on her, half-lidded and intent. 'Sorry, she’s with me.' The words hang between us, weighted and possessive. What’s that flicker…